My motto in life has always been "test drive it". I figure why not, right? Easier said than done. With age comes caution, and more often than not lately I have been perhaps a little too weary of taking risks.
Thirty has become this huge looming number for me.
30: Living in an apartment
30: Childless
30: Virtually unpublished
30: Pounds overweight
You get the picture. Honestly, I am not scared to turn 30. I am scared that if I keep proceeding with too much trepidation, that I could become one of those "Smug Married" half-whits Bridget Jones writes about in her diary.
I could be my mother, (but, really, is that such a bad thing)?
Life is risky though. Posting your thoughts on the internet for anyone to read (potential agents, publishers, hint-hint, nudge-nudge), thinking about bringing kids into this crazy, screwed-up world, teaching other people's children, traveling across the country or the world. Is it worth it? Hell, yes. I am ready to embrace 30 with all its ups and downs. I am ready to shut the hell up and hit the gas.
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Go you! I thought I was ok with turning 30, but on my birthday, I started recounting all the things I had said I do before turning 30, and I came up with a listful, and it was sort of disheartning. My poor husband has put up with my emotional state a lot here lately, and he said "Ya know what, there is nothing wrong with not being at your goal weight, or accomplishing the rest of your list! You are still young & vibrant and my wife! I love you & your kids adore you..so there!" I couldn't help but laugh, but he is so right!
July 2, 2009 at 3:43 PMPost a Comment